Celestial Aftermath (For CyanDimitrik)

[Avalyn117]

Stacy was happily smiling, seeing Kat accept her praise without feeling the need to push it back. The feeling that her words were at least in part accepted did a lot to help the nervous girl relax as she shook her head playfully at Katsumi. "You weren't supposed to just agree you dummy!" She laughed. As much as she loved Kat's stunning grace and infectious energy, it was nice to see the punk princess just relax.

Stacy imagined the mental image Kat was giving her, trying to imagine shorter hair and the simple gear. The rookie blushed at the question, crossing and uncrossing her legs quickly with an awkward shyness. "Pulling off your shirt when you have a body like yours is... I'm sure they loved it! You were far lesser known, I'm sure the shock value of your powerful abs was great!" Stacy admitted with a red face, taking a deep breath.

Stacy was silent for a moment, just admiring the mental image of her friend... and the very physical one next to her. "The jacket completes the look though, you look so confident the way you dress now... I think you could rock either intro!" Stacy winked. "Maybe I Should work on adding some flair of my own...." Stacy pondered

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's lips twist in thought, and her gaze dips low to survey herself. Sprawled languidly as she is, her slender figure rests taut spread upon the couch. "I dunno~...," she says slowly. One arm lowers to prod the tip of an index finger against her bare midsection. "I didn't really have abs, just.. flat'n tough. I think I got a little more definition now."

She steals a pointed look back at Stacy, the corner of her lips quirking into a smile.

"That's what got ya all hot'n bothered with me, though, wasn't it? Oh, you were crushin' when I first got in the ring, I bet, sure..." She nudges a foot against Stacy's. "..but it was when I put my arms around ya and squeezed that did you in, wasn't it? Feelin' that... belly-to-belly pressure?" The toe deliberately brushes against Stacy's ankle, flirtatious. "Go on~, admit it... you're a midriff girl..."

She has thoughts on Stacy's entrance, if she wanted to spice it up. But this train of thought, this teasing, is far more entertaining at the moment.

[Avalyn117]

Stacy's head was spinning with affection for Katsumi at this point as the punk princess prodded her toned midsection. The poor rookie's face was beet red just watching, her legs tensing up as if she were nervous. "W-Well if you did it now... pulled your shirt off I mean... p-people would love it!" Stacy stuttered, her voice high pitched as if speaking to her hero.

"N-No, of course not... I mean you ARE a model and you're so beautiful and h-hah...." Stacy's mouth remained open, but no further dialogue was had as Kat's foot brushed her ankle. The poor Starlit girl felt like a deer in headlights next to the perfectionist of teasing. Stacy shut her mouth and swallowed, fanning her face awkwardly, feeling clammy and overwhelmed.

"I-I... yes I... really love your... midriff... your abs...." Stacy's eyes darted down to her knees, too shy to meet Kat's playful gaze, much less look at her body while speaking her words of absolute affection. "when i felt your body defeating mine like that... I just... I can't wait to watch you wrestle... to admire you more and more every match." Stacy admitted, still looking down. Seeing Kat happy, triumphant in the ring, was more and more a loving daydream every time the teasing girl spoke. The thought of Kat's body being defeated, her midriff overwhelmed and pinned... she didn't want to think about it.

"N-Not just your body though... I really like you Kat...." Stacy managed to finish at last.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's eyebrows lift a little in surprise. "Ahah, I'm not a model, sweetpea," she chides. "I'm just hot. I could be, but that wouldn't be very punk, now would it?" She'd wink at her, but poor Stacy's eyes are glued to her knees.

Instead, the punkette lets her gaze dip briefly over Stacy and her attire - the jean shorts, the black crop top showing off her own midsection - and back up to her face. Her mouth opens to speak, only Stacy concludes with her final thought and she shuts it again. Her head tilts a bit to the side, allowing a few wispy strands of blueblack hair to fall over her eye.

"I don't... really know how to, uh. Talk about stuff like that," she admits finally after hesitation. "I think.. beating you up in the ring that way was maybe my way of saying I like ya? I'm, ah- I'm weird, I know. But it's a lot easier for someone like me to..."

She pauses again, then shifts over to suddenly and smoothly slide to her feet. She reaches for Stacy's wrists to help pull her up to her feet with her, only to suddenly wrap her arms around the other girl's waist, pulling her in securely to herself; with an emphasis on her toned stomach pressed into Stacy's.

"...squeeze ya."

[Avalyn117]

Stacy smiled slightly, still looking down at her legs as she heard Kat's words, confirming what the punk princess had said previously. As Kat paused, Stacy finally looked up, meeting the girl's eyes with her soft gaze.

Stacy's eyes go wide as she blushes, Kat's strong grip pulling her to her feet suddenly as Kat wraps her waist in her arms. Their midriffs press together, Stacy's mind immediately going back to that moment in the ring as Katsumi's toned body that the rookie so loved pressed tightly against her. Stacy felt her legs tense up, her body again happy to be in Kat's control. as her breath quickened.

"Y-Yeah... like that... so... tight...." Stacy managed to laugh softly, enjoying the moment.

[CyanDimitrik]

And so, the two are once more interlocked. The whole thing is bizarre and preposterous, Katsumi is very aware. She's an oddball. A whole and entire ball of odd. She doesn't enjoy fancy dining, she isn't impressed with frilly dresses or cards of well-wishes. She enjoys physicality. A hint of competition even if there isn't any to be had. She's a tactile lover, a personal bubble invader; a professional and recreational wrestler, one might say.

Now, with Stacy wrapped in her arms and pulled securely to herself, giving that sheepish stammering, she gets the feeling the other girl is similar. That makes things more fun. More of a thrill. Like it had been in the ring with her, knowing she was enamored even more with every passing form of punishment she put her through.

The arms tighten a little, itching to feel the other girl's abs clenched hard to her own. "Betcha wish you brought your gear with ya...," she murmurs to her. That's projection. She knows it's projection. She wishes she'd brought her gear. To get Stacy back in that beautiful sparkling two-piece...

"..should I just... um.." Katsumi loses her words for a moment, searching Stacy's eyes. "..bearhug ya until you.. I dunno.. confess to me?" It's a subtle quirk of a grin that follows. "Because I'm totally gonna do that. At some point. New kind'a submission."